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Do Friends Tickle? Part Two — Jeremy Edwards
Did you miss Part One of this sexy tale? Find it here. “Ooh,” she said. It was a calm statement, not a squeal or a moan. But to my ear, there were squeals and moans implied. And she still hadn’t stopped smiling. Fuck, I had reached under Marla’s shirt, tickled her breast, and she was [...]
Do Friends Tickle? Part One — Jeremy Edwards
Marla had been making it fairly clear that, as far as she was concerned, we were just friends. She was always glad to hang out with me—dinner, movies, even chilling over drinks in her living room—but she wouldn’t so much as let me kiss her goodnight. I interpreted this as denoting an unambiguous line that [...]
Dropping the Hint Part Two — Jeremy Edwards
Did you miss the first chapter of Dropping the Hint? Read it here. She’s still in her lab coat when I reach the bedroom, but her pink panties are gone. She’s facedown and squirming a bit. I know that on drop-of-Dora nights, she’s already worked up by the time I get home, and she can barely [...]
Dropping the Hint Part One — Jeremy Edwards
My wife has one or two eccentric habits. I should explain, first, that Dora keeps early hours at the chemistry lab, where she and two other graduate students arrive at 6 a.m. daily; eat lunch at 10; and lock up at 3. Personally, I don’t see why the inorganic molecules that Dora studies should force [...]
If We Were… Part 2 — Jeremy Edwards
Did you miss the first chapter of If We Were…? Read it here. I looked at the exquisite face of my beautiful “buddy” Mag, at her expectant smile. “If we were more than just friends . . .” I began. Then I stopped. “No offense, but that’s sort of a cumbersome name for a game, don’t [...]
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If We Were… Part 1 — Jeremy Edwards
It was a game one could only discover with a partner one knew very, very well. Magenta and I had been close as clamshells since high school, when she’d huddled in my arms till 4 a.m. in my parents’ basement—beautifully drunk, tearfully disgusted with the state of her life mid-way through senior year, and completely [...]
Showstopper — Jeremy Edwards